High On Life Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

High On Life

Like I'm inflamed,
avant-garde,

Like I'm enthralled,
the rest of my life,

We're all little Gods
We all ardent disciples
for this thing called life

We're all consumed
with fiery speeches,
To make our stupendous claims,

We're all hunger,
Appetite whatever sense
food, touchnourishment,

For example after
a heavy meals last night,

I went to share your bed,
For our last surreal feasts,

Which rejuvenate,
A renewal of energy
For this thing called Life,